Tokyo Sound

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Today is a very rare day off for Sakura Eiji.

Since he rebelled against the ninja village and established himself as the queen of the film, he has been under great pressure every day. The process of dividing the profit pie ended decades ago. Now if he wants to sit on the top seat, it is not enough to have passion, but also to have the iron fist strength to match his ambition to break the iron class wall.

The president's former like-minded partner has now become the enemy. After so much time has passed, his partner has turned into a dragon that he is determined to defeat. His colleagues in the company also expressed their incomprehension of his decision to abandon his high position and leave.

You still don’t know me well enough.

Sakura Eiji, who graduated from an orthodox law school but switched to the design industry, had already revealed his adventurous spirit in his early years. His handsome and gentlemanly appearance was just a disguise, and he was actually a wild pioneer wearing a coat and walking in the wilderness under the scorching sun. Now he is just being willful again.

Of course, as humans age, they become bound and indecisive.

His family is his weak spot.

If this happens, the income will be cut off and the current stable life will be disrupted. The virtuous wife will no longer be able to travel with her besties and will have to work part-time to supplement the family income. The pocket money of the well-behaved daughter will also be reduced, and the innocent romance that has been carefully cared for and preserved will be worn away by the high prices of the market. The loss of material things will inevitably lead to the loss of self-confidence. Money is dirty, but it can buy purity.

Fortunately, they were well prepared. All of their employees were young and strong elite soldiers. They were dissatisfied with the seniority system and took the initiative to apply for the last-place elimination system in the weekly round-robin tournament. Their wolf genes were so strong that they would howl and turn into werewolves on a full-moon night. Their motto was "Diligent people, seven full days a week. Lazy people, seven mornings a week."

Sakura Eiji led the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry in fighting day and night, and finally overcame the initial difficult period and stood firm in the storm.

Morin Yishi Design Company finally got on the right track.

As for the company name, Mori Otoshi naturally took one character from his wife's and daughter's names and his own name, and "一" is the Chinese character that Sakura Eiji himself loved.

One means specialization, single-mindedness, and concentration on one state. The utmost precision, utmost concentration, and utmost purity are the unchangeable laws of the productivity of nature.

For now, let those old guys who took advantage of the opportunity to ascend to the throne enjoy the glory for a while. I will eventually go against the current, hold high the torch, and take their place.

Bright morning, loving meal, listening to favorite vinyl records. Sakura Eiji sat on the sofa, enjoying the beautiful quiet leisure. The cockatiel named "Beethoven" still can't hum classical music, even if he trained it for so long, it was in vain. This creature can't get the corresponding sense of accomplishment through exercise and labor, and can only eat, drink, defecate and urinate in a daze, flapping its head and tilting it, which is really pitiful.

The bright white sunlight shines through the wide window glass, and the hazy halo shines on the side face of the charming middle-aged uncle, making every wrinkle and stubble look more sophisticated and handsome. Sakura Eiji crosses his legs and browses his phone like a boss.

He clicked on that guy's Twitter account, first gave the usual thumbs down, then selected a few typical tweets and criticized them strongly.

Understanding of life.

"The dream of a middle-aged or elderly woman in the Eastern Hemisphere: She is young, sad about the passing of years, and surrounded by negative energy. This is very bad. Netizens should never imitate this person. There is no future for her."

Take screenshots of the game.

"The dream of middle-aged and elderly women in the Eastern Hemisphere: At 11 o'clock at night, instead of sleeping and reading, they indulge in the Internet. This is harming their own bodies and murdering their own future."

Forward job ads.

"The dream of middle-aged and elderly women in the Eastern Hemisphere: Forcibly forwarding without adding a word, is this a correct professional attitude? It is too perfunctory. There is no free lunch in the world. I suggest you take care of yourself."

Collection of photos.

Save As.

For photos of party food and beer.

"The dream of middle-aged and elderly women in the Eastern Hemisphere: eating delicious food every day, frequenting places with explosive hormones. In you, I see the unique sadness of young people in this era. Desire is rotting the soul, and the bones are fumigated with industrial perfume. How painful! An older person would like to give you a message. "Life is like a box of matches. It is foolish to forbid its use, and it is dangerous to abuse it." -- Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

A grand promotional article for the latest carefully written work.

"The dream of an elderly woman in the Eastern Hemisphere: you are quibbling over words, so pedantic. I don't know what you are trying to say. Is this the foundation of a high school student? It's really funny."

Because of Sakura Eiji's persistent opposition and criticism, he was also attacked and besieged by those netizens who were clear-headed and righteous. But the middle-aged man still firmly did what a black fan should do.

"Didn't you say there was going to be a university reunion? Why haven't you prepared yet?" Sakura Edamori asked curiously when she saw her husband with a sinister expression on the sofa.

"No hurry, I'll go out later." Sakura Eiji said calmly, holding his phone and sparring with knights from all over the world. "This is the open day of Tokyo University, and the students are taking this opportunity to meet each other. There are so many fancy things on the open day, it doesn't matter whether you arrive early or late."

"Your former classmates are all lawyers, right? Do you still have something in common now?"

"Just catching up. By the way, the weather is so nice today, why don't you and Ayane go out for a walk?" Sakura Eiji said elegantly, "Use my card."

"I was planning to visit my grandmother-in-law. I haven't greeted her for a long time, but Ayane said she hasn't finished her homework yet, so I'll schedule it for next week." Sakura Edamori looked towards the second floor, "She's starting to become more diligent. The child is finally feeling the pressure of going to school."

"It's just that little homework, but why does it take so long?" The father of the top student looked at the problem from a different perspective than ordinary people. "It seems that I have to look for a private school for her in advance..."

"You are a useless man who can only talk nonsense here. You graduated from a top university, but you can't even help your daughter with her schoolwork!" Sakura Emori said dissatisfiedly.

"It's been almost 20 years since I took the college entrance exam. My academic ability has declined and I've forgotten all the knowledge points." Sakura Eiji felt a little embarrassed. "If she is really determined, why not hire a tutor?"

"It has to be the best." Sakura Edamori considered.

"Of course." Sakura Eiji said elegantly, "Don't worry about the cost, just use my card."

"Having said all this, does she have a detailed plan?" The old father said seriously, "Studying is a science. You also need to do market research, analyze the scores and favorite test ranges of major colleges and universities in recent years, and select the one that suits your own ability..."

"She said that if she was going to take the exam, she had to take the best one." Sakura Edamori, "She aimed at the University of Tokyo."

"Good, she is worthy of being my daughter." Sakura Eiji was relieved, "It seems that I, your father, occupy a very important place in her heart. On the one hand, she wants to embark on the path I have experienced, and on the other hand, she does not want to be away from her family. This is very good. Even if this goal is a little too ambitious and beyond one's ability... but I am really touched, father."

"Do you know how to speak?" Sakura Edamori picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it at the middle-aged man in annoyance.

Sakura Eiji laughed and grabbed the pillow with his head, then grabbed the pillow and threw it back. They were already parents, but they still loved to joke and play like middle school kids.

The overbearing president pushed the petite woman into the sofa, with a cold, sarcastic and cruel arc on his lips, "I can give you everything, money, status, power. Woman, why don't you obey me?!"

"Give up, I will never give in. I made an agreement with him to wait for him to come back."

"Haha, I only spent 300 million to corrupt that man, and he thought he was so noble. Now with my help, he has successfully got engaged to the daughter of Elvis Enterprises, and he is marrying into the family! Do you remember this letter? It was your love letter back then. Look, it's in my hand! I'm going to tear it up now!"

"Wow, no, this is not true. I don't believe it. Kenzo won't break his promise--!"

"Kenzo-kun, Kenzo-kun, how can I, the head of the Sakura Group, be inferior to him?! He is just a down-and-out underground racer! Moreover, according to the family rules over there, his name has been changed to Fugui! Your Kenzo will never come back!"

An impromptu melodrama.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Sakura Ayane, whose head was aching from the torture of geometric objects, stood up expressionlessly and closed the bedroom door to keep the noise out.

Chapter 4: Hidden Rules on Campus

The 18th award ceremony for the Most Beautiful Faces of the Heisei Generation at the University of Tokyo.

The huge gold-plated characters were hung high on the top of the stage, written by the respected head of the School of Literature. The dean is not only one of the representatives of traditional Japanese literature, but also a master of calligraphy. He rarely writes inscriptions, but today he made an exception and wrote 20 words in one breath, just to cheer for the school memorial day.

It's so tender... maybe.

Summer is a season that looks sexy on the outside but is innocent on the inside.

The noise of cicadas and the warm light under the trees, the waving hands and the gradually receding faces on the school road, the burning longing that just burst out after saying goodbye. There are also bright golden insects and love.

Quite a few people have gathered near the open-air stage. Since the theme is the most beautiful male faces, most of them are girls, but there is also no shortage of boys joining in the fun.

There were no fancy arrangements or programs. The main thing was that the results were announced very early, and this time we took advantage of the school memorial day to re-hold an offline awards ceremony. In addition, the booth would be returned to the animation department for otaku dance later, so we started directly.

"Fourth place, Faculty of Agriculture, first year, Ida Haruto. There are golden wheat fields beside the path, factories stand in the setting sun in the distance, and the school in the south rings the bell for the end of class. The street scene in my memory, the childhood time that can never be returned, you walk towards me, and I see the energetic self again——"

The host's voice was gentle, as if he was narrating a poem.

A neat and tidy boy appeared jogging and waving his hand. He was the boy next door described by countless authors, a silhouette of the countryside looking back, with a hint of clumsy tenderness.

The audience cheered softly, and the bold girls even asked loudly for the email address. Dianjun heard it, but just scratched his hair shyly and lowered his head in embarrassment.

This little elk-like movement attracted more welcome and teasing.

"Brother, I can, hehe, just like a kitten." Someone couldn't help but express his inner desire.

The Dean of the Faculty of Literature nodded with satisfaction. Not only did he write the inscription, he also personally attended the awards ceremony. He smiled as he put medals on the winners and issued commemorative certificates.

"Third place, Faculty of Engineering, sophomore, Aikawa Yosei. He is 180cm tall, with well-defined muscles that combine strength and beauty. He is the rising star of our school's baseball team. He is brave and good at fighting, and has made many outstanding achievements. He overcame the temptation of the beautiful cheerleaders of the Hayakei school team and hit a miracle home run at the critical moment, completing a stunning reversal. He can be called the modern Odysseus. Please come on stage to receive the award-"

Under the host's passionate, powerful and inspiring voice.

A weightlifting enthusiast appeared on the open-air stage. His facial features were very similar to those of Abe Hiroshi in his youth. He was handsome and dignified, with a mellow and warm smile that illuminated everyone's heart.

"So attractive, these facial features are so standard!"

The girls from our school who were watching the ceremony and the visitors to the school memorial day couldn't help but raise their phones to take pictures.

Looking at handsome guys in the summer and seeing their chest muscles faintly visible through the sweat is really a great pastime.

"Runner-up, Medical School, first year, Tojo Taketo. From a family of doctors, with outstanding achievements, he has a burning heart to save the world under his cold and slender appearance. No matter how splendid life is, it is also accompanied by the curse of birth, aging, sickness and death. He is the watcher and unyielding knight who rides on a snowy horse and rides on clouds and waves, using a scalpel to cut off suffering and wipe away the tears of the world—"

A man with glasses and an indifferent temperament came on stage. His eyes were sharp and ruthless, and he exuded the word elite. With his hands in his pockets and a stethoscope hanging around his neck, he looked like a chief surgeon who had just walked out of the operating room. He was also not interested when receiving the award.

"I like this one better. It's cold and feels good."

"And he's a doctor. He's simply the ideal type."

"Is this the runner-up...? Is there any conspiracy behind this?"

The crowd began to talk in low voices.

It's not surprising to have such concerns. Appearance contests held in Japanese schools have always been strange. They always jump back and forth between talent shows and beauty pageants. The uncertainty of standards sometimes gives rise to surprising results that lack credibility.

But the girls who had seen the list before were eagerly waiting, their hands nervously clasped in front of their chests, with a different kind of light flashing in their eyes.

"Champion, Literature Department, first year, Takizawa Satoru."

The host's voice paused and became extremely serious.

"When a person grows old, he or she will have many memories, but there will probably not be too many that often and inadvertently appear in his or her mind. Among them, there will definitely be a young face and the brilliant memories that accompany this face. That face may not necessarily belong to a lover, nor to first love, it only belongs to a moment."

"The grass will dry up, the flowers will wither, but I pray for your everlasting four seasons. The mountains and fields are fascinated by the eternal starry sky, but this discovery is meaningless. The stars kiss the earth, which is a cruel fairy tale for adults. Since it cannot be realized, don't care too much about the discovery. Even if it is the "only one", you can only nod indifferently and wave goodbye. You can only express it calmly. You are the romance that I can't let go of in the end-"

There is no description, no description, only a sigh as if she had lost her love. In her sigh, there lives such a vivid soul.

Before the audience can savor it carefully.

A man came on stage quietly.

In the afternoon sun, his delicate face showed no blush at all, only a sickly paleness. He frowned, as if he was worried, and deep in his eyes were the vast sea and the sunset. His tall and slender figure seemed unreal in the scorching sun, as if it would disappear in the next second.

The ceremony suddenly became quiet.

People held their breath unconsciously as they endured the long-lasting smell that hit them in the face.

The old days of the farmhouse, the passionate blood of running, the lonely and desolate peaks... these feelings brought by the previous contestants have all faded. They are still vivid, but they are just mottled and yellowed old photos sealed in frames.

Time will eventually bring us to this point.

People will sigh, look back on the past, and can't help but shed tears.

The words echoed again.

'It only belongs to a moment. I pray for your everlasting four seasons. You are the romance that I can't let go of in the end.'

There is no comparison.

That is a touching moment that is enough to make people denounce the ruthless time.

The boy seemed a little surprised by the silence, so he hid the pure sadness in his eyes and cast a questioning look at the audience.

The girl who was being watched seemed to be touched by static electricity. She pushed and rubbed her best friend unnaturally to hide her pounding heartbeat.

"Congratulations, you have won the title of the most beautiful face." The Dean of the Faculty of Literature walked forward in this silence called "invincible", patted the student's shoulder with satisfaction, put a gold medal on his finger and handed him a certificate.

"Thank you all for your kindness..." The champion boy's eyes twitched and he said these polite words with a forced smile.

"At this point, you must have prepared a speech to express your gratitude for receiving the award, right?" The dean asked in a friendly manner, smiling, while secretly increasing the strength of his hand pressing on the student's shoulder.

"Of course." The champion boy nodded passively.

"Very good, let us listen to your speech!" The dean handed over the microphone and applauded loudly.

The man reluctantly took a few steps forward, slowly pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his hip pocket, and tremblingly unfolded the manuscript. The handwriting on the paper was extremely beautiful, with iron strokes and silver hooks, and the force penetrated the back of the paper. It was undoubtedly the handwriting of a master of calligraphy... and what was very coincidental was that the handwriting matched the theme above his head, but the content was a bit horrifying.

He licked his cracked lips, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, and looked back at the dean.

"He looks a little nervous. Please give him some encouragement." Onishikawasuke remained unmoved and said with a kind look.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

The girls pursed their lips, not wanting to miss a single word.

The man stopped, his face showing a mixture of joy and sadness, his lips moving but not saying a word. His attitude finally became respectful.

"…Students of this poor school study hard and become tempered into steel. They rarely have luxurious clothes and delicious food, so it is inevitable that they are immature. Now that you have great expectations on your shoulders, you should kill the prejudices of mediocrity at the beginning. The carp leaps through the red gate, and it is for the blue sky."

The man paused.

"In addition, if I am lucky enough to receive the guidance of the two schools, I will have no regrets in my life. However, when I think about it at night, from ancient times to the present, there are 82 national schools, 87 public schools, and 588 private schools, but none of them can be regarded as beautiful as mine.

“Ahhhhhhhh——!”

The champion's voice is as sweet as her devilish beauty.

There was total silence in the audience.

But this time it was truly a shock.